Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-06-11
WHY SHE SAID PAR BLEW"
B~ernhardt's Grand Disgust at Col. Hills
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When Sarah Bernhardt drove up in
front of the Columbia Theater last
Saturday evening, writes Eugene Field,
and waited for her ancient and tardy
valet to come to assist her from her
coopay, she was ineffably shocked to
see a monstrous thrce-sheet poster
pasted up on the bill board at the
entrance to the theater. This poster
announced lin the seven colors OF Iris)
that, beginning with the morrow night
and continuing for a week thereafter,
Blythe's Only Original and Genuine
Georgia Minstrels would hold high
carnival upon the boards which the
divine Sarah herself had hallowed
with her tread. The divine Sarah is,
as perhaps the public is aware, not the
most cven-tempered creature in the
world; this tawdry% PROCLAMATION sent the
bile coursing through every artery and
vein in her system. When her ventus
secondus came to her she gasped
"mong dew then she cried
.'par blew" and q moment
thereafter she shrieked 'sackrer
blew" Immediately following the
monosylabic trilegy there burst from
her pale, thin lips a stentorian solilo-
guy which we shall not attempt to re-
cord-suflice it is to say that it partook
so largely of the character of the pro-
fanatory explosives that the atmosphere
circumambulent and circumjaconu vas
''blue," in fact (to use the French fol
i), tray blue" Monsieur Alphonso,
the ancient lacquey, came busting
from the theater to find his sweet mis-.
trcss lettering Gas it were) upon the
very verge Of Mysteries, and great was
his CONSERVATION. Manager j. Ii. Hill
too, rushed down from his private
otlice-bounding five steps at n time
and in a moment was at the door o.
the coopay.
"Mong dew!" moaned Sarah, will
her lips and nostrils flecked with foam
"Tell me- demanded Col. Hill
''tell me what has happened! Hal
anybody squeezed her hand? Has an,
passing loafer winked at her? l hav,
been expecting some spicy %denoomon.
all the week-for heavens sake, speak
woman, and tell me if it has come a
last!'
But all that Sarah could do was t,
point one quivering index finger at th'
awful three-sheet poster and sob
t .'mong dew
"Do whatP" asked Col. Hill.
par blew,' cried Sarah.
ssBut what did he blow2" demande,
f the now thoroughly aroused mans
ger.
''Oh, Eat bill-zat meenstril bill,
moaned Sarah. Il link he shall max
me die!"
die? Bill? What mean you. mon,
r shareP" asked the colonel, in the in
! passioned, lute-like torres of a Rome
4 climbing up Margaret Capulet's rop
ladder.
! For a week" said Sarah, bitterly
2 II hat been doing re grond trazhadd
i; for zis per bleek. ond ong zis Saturda,
q | hat done Tayoddare one times and
: do him tonight again. Is zis not a
G consult to re great Sarah to put ri
meenstril bill in zis theater while Sar
all ces here? Take him down too
d sweet, else ] do not play tonight.
r Sarah meant it. too. She was rs
sisted into her dressing room an
placed on a sofa, where she lay gasp
9 ing and sobbing, and plucking out he
= hair in a wild, foreign way. Their
: was but one alternative. and the three
y sheet poster had to come down.